Poems from the darkness

The smile of a beast

There she stands in the rain,
A broken angel with no name.
Her soul was once as pure as snow,
When did she fall this low?

They see her not, don’t know she’s near,
But she looks at them with pain and fear.
She remembers his words ‘You’ll be reborn!’
Instead she feels completely forlorn.

Her long dark hair plays in the wind;
Her reflection shows the face of a fiend.
Her eyes were once as green as jade,
Now the crimson makes her smile fade.

Once she walked with them in the sunlight;
The sun shone on her its warming light,
The wind played soothingly in her hair,
Playing, swirling in the air.

The people greeted her with smiles,
Her kindness was known among them for miles.
Her song echoed over the lakes,
Happiness arose in her wake.

The memory makes tears appear,
Her vision completely black and blear.
No more love, no more care,
Life took all joy that was ever there.

Silently she walks down the street,
Sadly looking down at her feet.
Just a sad girl dressed in black,
Going after her path, never looking back.

As she walks she doesn’t care
Who sees her, when and where.
Some people notice her, some do not,
But she doesn’t care about them a lot.

Suddenly as she passes by,
Not far she hears a little cry.
Turning around she notices him,
His face confused, sad and grim.

His lips try to find the unspoken name,
But her ancient pain is not his to tame.
He reaches his hand for hers to take,
But the silence between them is too heavy to brake.

Her eyes wonder and take in his sight,
She sees him perfectly in the moonless night.
Does he see her too, what makes him care?
To hope for his warmth she does not dare.

She feels slight affection, but the question is why?
He is just a mortal, a person who is destined to die.
A random mortal in his depart,
With no possible knowledge about her dark heart.

As they stand there looking at each other in the rain,
Her heart fills more and more with the ancient pain.
Her features soften, her lips part into a smile,
She will remember his presence for a while.

One last time she smiles at the young man,
Ending her journey as the night began.
He has warmed, but also frozen her soul,
Making her feel empty, but somehow still whole.

For a long time he stood still,
Wondering if it was all even real.
She is long gone, gone from his sight,
Now only a whisper, a shadow in the night.

In his heart the sight of it still burns.
He can say he saw it, or glanced it at least;
He has seen the real her,
And the broken smile of a beast.